Can You Feel the Excitement?

I can! Because today is the day the garden really takes off. Oh sure, we've planted some random things--lettuce, peas, radishes--but today we'll actually till the whole thing (except what we've already planted, OBVIOUSLY) and start the real planting.

I love tilling. Well, I don't actually DO the tilling--I leave that to A.--but I love when the garden is tilled. It's like a blank slate. By the time we get to this point, there are already a shocking number of weeds in the garden. Then the tiller (and A.) comes along and just plows them all under, leaving us with lovely, loose, weed-free soil to plant in. Today I believe we will be planting some potatoes; corn; beets; some cabbage, broccoli, and cauliflower plants the MiL bought; and maybe some tomatoes and eggplants if I feel like putting up the Walls o' Water.

That's a lot of planting. Luckily, reinforcements arrived yesterday in the form of my sister, who came for a short visit from Tucson. She naively told me I could put her to work. She really shouldn't have said that. Because I will. And I don't even feel that bad about it, because she told me yesterday that she had to lift a 90-pound dog at work (she's a veterinarian) that was seizuring. And then she ran down the hall with it in her arms. Damn. The women in my family are no delicate flowers.

Good thing, because there's a garden to be tilled and food to be planted. Let the garden madness begin. Wheee!